Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Faust,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.